Monday, 27 June 2016

Painting the Sun

I was often painting the sunShining yellow with a smileBright green grass belowAnd clear blue skies aboveBut that's not where I liveIt's an alien world beyondSo I've changed my paletteMy colours are grey tingedI paint my musty smoky citySnippets from overcast pastThen brush flows more freelyI can finally be true to myself